Jane Merrill

This is the only book, so far, that I am genuinely embarrassed to have on my list. I am mostly embarrassed because it was written by a woman (I promise, if it had been written by a man I would never have opened it at all) who apparently believes that most of the world's problems could be solved if all women were more wiling to give head. I was simultaneously repelled and fascinated by this text, which mingles a few explicit tips with a great deal of boudoir philosophy. Oral sex, you see, is show more an act of total, selfless love, the ultimate, unconditional gift a woman gives to a man. Of course, the act is intensely pleasurable for the giver as well as the receiver--and there's nothing saying he can't reciprocate--but that's not the point, you see.

Doubtless good love-making often does involve emotional and physical generosity, and getting into the right frame of mind is probably very helpful to the perfection of one's deep-throating technique. But when you decide that the problems in a woman's marriage arise from, or can be solved by the correction of, her distaste for fellatio--you've lost me, for good. show less